The flags were like clouds, and the drums were like thunder.
The strength of the northern borderline was greatly damaged, but a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Their foundation was still there, and they could still muster up tens of thousands of troops.
The two armies faced each other, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Jiang Pengji rode on a warhorse, wearing armor. She held a broad-backed long sword in her right hand, and looked like she was ready to strike.
"Lord, it looks like the northern borderline has indeed been damaged."
Feng Zhen rode beside Jiang Pengji. He used his right hand to shield his forehead from the sun, avoiding the overly hot light.
The two armies were far apart, and they maintained a safe distance to prevent the enemy from charging without saying a word and catching them off guard.
Feng Zhen squinted with difficulty, trying to discern the structure of the enemy's troops.
Because of the outdated lighting equipment, most people in the ancient times were short-sighted, especially scholars. Feng Zhen was no exception.
Jiang Pengji was different. Her eyesight was very good, and she could clearly see things far away.
"Although there aren't as many cavalry as we imagined, we can't underestimate them."
Even if there were only 10% of the cavalry, it was still more than 10,000 cavalry. If they charged together, the impact would be huge.
Jiang Pengji tilted her head and glanced at Feng Zhen, whose clothes were puffed up by the wind. She said angrily, "Zishi should stay at the back to hold the line. I can't take care of you here. If you get hurt or captured, no one will feel sorry for you … "
Feng Zhen only knew some martial arts. Calling him a weakling was already a compliment, and he still wanted to run to the front line to face the cavalry charge of the northern borderline?
She was cold and heartless, and the livestream viewers felt sorry for him every day.
Gay Yimei: "Streamer, I think Feng Tiantian really loves you. You criticize him every day, but he doesn't leave you."
Kang Dandan: "That's impossible — Feng Tiantian only likes mature women with voluptuous breasts. Don't you think the streamer looks like a woman?"
Mei 'er' niang: "Upstairs, you're making trouble. Although the streamer is quite manly, she has voluptuous breasts too. You're criticizing two people."
The viewers on the red bullet screen laughed and laughed, but the viewers on the blue bullet screen didn't understand what they were so happy about.
It couldn't be helped. They joined too late, so they didn't know that Feng Zhen really loved the joke of an older sister disliking a loli.
Feng Zhen didn't get angry even though he was rebuked. Instead, he thickened his skin and went along with the flow. He laughed and said, "My lord, you're wrong. If something really happened to me, the children at home would definitely cry. How could you say that no one would feel sorry for them —"
Jiang Pengji didn't have time to deal with Feng Zhen. She looked straight ahead with a grave expression.
If anyone could see it, they would realize that there was a huge screen floating in front of Jiang Pengji.
Under her control, the camera angle of the livestream room suddenly rose, turning into a bird's-eye view mode.
In this mode, she could clearly see the general arrangement of the troops at the rear of the Northern Borderline.
For Jiang Pengji, this was probably the only benefit of watching the livestream, apart from understanding the situation and enjoying the show.
At that moment, there was no advanced war equipment. Jiang Pengji had an advantage in the field of high altitude, which meant that she had a powerful trump card.
"Someone, hand this to General Fu."
Jiang Pengji drew a simple picture of what she had memorized and sent it to Fu Wang.
Although Jiang Pengji was the lord, the real commander-in-chief was someone else.
As for her?
How could one enjoy themselves on the battlefield without fighting?
The sound of the drums was like thunder, resounding through the sky.
The morale of the troops rose steadily. Even the viewers in the livestream room who were watching the livestream were affected and became hot-blooded.
Tangmen Shengling Cai 'er: "The streamer must have been stifled recently. Haha, I can finally go out and have fun. "
Fusheng Ruocai: "My heart aches for the streamer's subordinates. It's exhausting to have such a lord."
Guicai Guofengxiao: "To be honest, I don't recommend that the streamer go out and have fun. It's too dangerous." Seriously, this seems to be the first time that the streamer has confronted the two armies of the Northern Borderline and faced them head-on. The cavalry's mobility is too strong, and their charge is fierce. The streamer is playing with her life. "
Xiaohuanxiong: "The streamer has fought a few battles with the Northern Borderline. How can you say that this is the first time?"
Laosiji Lianmeng: "Previously, it was either an ambush or a trick. There was more or less an element of trickery, so it can't be considered a head-on confrontation. It's different now. The two armies are facing each other. The streamer's side has to face the charge of more than 10,000 cavalry from the Northern Borderline. The meaning is different.
The Northern Borderline is famous for their cavalry. They are the mighty army that roams the grasslands.
Previously, they were separated by the Yi River. Later, when the man-made flood broke out, the cavalry of the Northern Borderline could not display their advantage at all.
At this moment, the terrain is flat. It's very suitable for the cavalry of the Northern Borderline to charge. How can the combat index be the same?
The current battlefield is more dangerous than before. As the lord, Jiang Pengji still wants to go to war …
It's no wonder that the audience feels so sorry for Jiang Pengji's subordinates.
Jiang Pengji wore a faint smile on her face.
She naturally understood what the audience could understand.
However, the audience did not understand ancient wars after all. They did not know that their worries were unnecessary.
Jiang Pengji is going to war, but it doesn't mean that she must be at the forefront.
Most of the generals' duties are to command and dispatch, not to kill the enemy. When the two armies are in a complete melee, the generals will only lead the troops to fight the enemy.
If the main general is to charge and break through the enemy's first wave of firepower, no matter how many main generals there are, it will not be enough to kill them.
Compared to Jiang Pengji's orderly side, the Northern Borderline is somewhat disharmonious. Everyone has their own ulterior motives.
The Eighth Prince is dressed in a red military uniform. He is majestically riding on a horse. Beside him is the deputy general, the Seventh Prince, who is also dressed in an orange-yellow military uniform.
"What's the matter with the Sixth Prince?" The Seventh Prince has a bad temper. He can't contain his anger. "Is he a pig?"
There are not so many rules in war in the Northern Borderline. If they want to fight, they fight. If they want to retreat, they retreat. Even if they want to launch a sneak attack, it is straightforward.
His suggestion is to take the lead and attack before Jiang Pengji's army completely sets up their formation.
More than ten thousand cavalrymen charge together. The enemy is not prepared. It is not a problem to launch a sneak attack.
In the end?
I don't know the Sixth Prince's temper. He insists on fighting with the other party …
Fight my ass!
The Eighth Prince has a faint smile on his face. However, those who are familiar with him know that his smile is slightly forced.
"In front of the two armies, at least leave the Sixth Prince some face. If this gets out, this will be the Sixth Prince's leverage to make things difficult for you. "
Fighting with the Generals is not common. At least there is no such custom in the Northern Borderline. It is the habit of the Northern Borderline to start fighting without saying anything. Why would they give advance notice?
"I'm so angry …"
The Seventh Prince suppressed his temper. Under the scorching sun above his head, his whole body was filled with anger.
Unknowingly, the Sixth Prince also has his own considerations.
The Han men of the Central Plains are much weaker than the men of the Northern Borderline. They are petite and weak.
The men of the Northern Borderline grew up on horseback. Their horsemanship is superb. If they can regain their momentum in the Generals' Battle, wouldn't it be wonderful?
The Sixth Prince is right. The Northern Borderline's horse battle is indeed tyrannical. However, the premise of victory is that they do not encounter Jiang Pengji.
"I don't kill nameless people. Tell me your name …"
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